When doing some holiday shopping earlier in the week we came across these
individually packaged pears by the checkout at Harry and David, purveyors of
fruits and other such things. Curious about the little plastic cases enclosing
the pears, I checked one out and noticed they carried a $3.95 price tag. Much
like Vince Vega's fascination with the five dollar shake in Pulp Fiction, I had
to experience what a four-dollar pear tasted like. After paying for a pair of
pears, we were informed that they were actually as hard as rocks, and wouldn't
be ripe for eating for three or four days. This span has passed, so I am going
to be really mad at myself if we keep forgetting to eat them… It's one thing
to indulge our curiosity in buying premium-priced treats like this, but it's
another thing to feed them to the fruit flies.

I'll be happy once I go home. I'm freaking exhausted. We've just been getting to bed late, and I think I'm coming down with yet another cold.

Finished up most of my Christmas shopping yesterday evening though

Finished mine yesterday, and most of the presents are already wrapped.

On the bad news side, Heather's mom is back in the hospital again. Since yesterday. But we didn't find out until this morning because her husband (aka the worthless pile of shit) claimed he didn't have our phone number. Except that Heather's aunt gave it to him yesterday before he left (which he apparently did so immediately after dropping Heather's mom off... because he needed to eat).